This will just be a quick post because Matt and I would like to keep things pretty private for awhile from here on out. Everything went really well yesterday at the transfer and we were able to meet two of our babies and they are perfect! We will find out our results sometime in May so PLEASE do not ask if we're pregnant. We will announce it when we are ready. Right now I am torn between enjoying this time and my fear of losing them. We really appreciate your support and prayers for us during this time and for whatever the results may be. Thank you so much!
Love,
Staci
Friday, April 19, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Transfer Time
Sooooo, I get two of these shots in my behind every night. Ya, I know, you're probably jealous because that sounds like so much fun! And the good news is that if I get pregnant then these shots will continue through the 10th week of pregnancy. Yippee!!! (Okay, note some sarcasm there.) I thought the fork would give you a better reference of the needle size, which has to go ALL...THE...WAY...IN. I've learned that it's not only a good idea to ice the injection site first but to also pray the person giving the injection actually injects into the iced area. Otherwise I'm in for a real surprise! ;) After the injection, which is an oil so it takes an extra long time to inject, it's important to heat the area really well and then rub, rub, rub! The heat and rubbing is supposed to help the oil from forming into a hard knot under the skin because that's super painful! I have to have someone do these injections for me because, if you haven't noticed on yourself, it's really hard to see your behind and poke it in the exact right spot with a super sharp, pointy object at a 90 degree angle, make sure there's no blood drawn into the syringe, and then finish the injection. My mom and Matt have been doing them for me...lucky them! I'm pretty sure it's no easy feat to have to inject someone with a needle, especially one so big. And sharp. And long. And scary. Thanks Matt and Mom for helping!
Yesterday I met with my doctor and he told us that everything looks good to schedule our frozen embryo transfer (FET), so next Thursday morning (the 18th) we will be meeting (hopefully) two of our perfectly thawed babies and transferring them around 9:45am. Compared to everything else, this is a relatively easy process. We show up at 9am, do some paperwork, meet with the embryologist, get me prepped, take some Valium (only for me- sorry Matt!), drink lots of water, and then begin.
The embryologist will put the selected embryos into a catheter filled with fluid and hand it to the RE when he's ready. A nurse will use an ultrasound to help the RE guide the embryos into the right spot and he will transfer them. The embryologist will then check the catheter to make sure it's empty and then I lay there and relax for about 20 minutes. When I'm cleared to leave the nurse will roll me out to the car in a wheelchair and Matt will take me to my parent's house. I'll be on bed rest there for about 3 days and we'll head back to San Jose on Sunday. We should find out the results in early May but will share when we're ready.
Please be praying for the process to go well and for peace as we wait for the results. Some of my medications make me a little sad, so that on top of my anxiety about this going well, makes me feel like a bit of a mess. I'd really like to be able to keep a positive attitude, relax, and enjoy some time at home with Matt in between his trips. All your messages and encouragement really cheer me up and remind me that we have so many people behind us and supporting us in this journey. Thank you!!!
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Fun with Friends at AT&T Park
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| Left to right: Cindy, Jessica, Steve, Scott, Me, and Matt |
There's been a lot going on and I have been feeling a bit stuck in a rut from not feeling well for so long, so when our good friend Steve mentioned they'd be in town for a baseball game, we thought we'd check it out. Turns out Steve had good seats, and it also turned out that they were pretty cheap since it was a preseason game...then it turned out that there were two available seats right next to them. With that, Matt and I looked at one another and said, "Let's go!"
So last Friday we met up with our friends Steve, Jessica, Cindy, and Scott, in San Francisco and walked into AT&T Park together. We grabbed some stadium snacks and settled into our seats to enjoy the game and finally spend some time together. These are some of my favorite people to spend time with because they always make me laugh till my cheeks hurt, can get me out of any funk, truly care about Matt and me, and always feel like home.
Sometimes you can meet someone and feel like you've known them your whole life. That's how it was when I first met Jessica and Cindy (who are best friends) several years ago when we all got together at Steve's moms' house to hangout in the game room. Since then Jessica and Steve have been dating, Matt and I have gotten married (and Steve was Matt's Best Man), we've had many good times hanging out all together (including those over Black Sheep's mac 'n cheese in SLO!), and Jessica came to stay with me for a girl's night in San Jose. I've kept in touch with Cindy through Facebook and celebrated virtually as she met Scott, started dating, and then they got engaged. We hadn't met Scott before this last weekend, but when we did- no big surprise- it also felt like we'd known him for forever, too! We had so much fun being reunited, feeling like almost no time had passed, and laughing all night! One of the highlights of the night: we're laughing like crazy over the boys being...well, boys...and this guy next to Jessica taps her on the shoulder and asks, "Are these guys bothering you?" She looks at him like he's nuts and responds, "Uhhh no! These are our BOYFRIENDS!" Well, boyfriend, fiance, and husband but it doesn't matter- we all belong together!
Oops! I almost forgot to mention (which is probably because I'm not a sport's fan and don't think about these things, haha!)- the game was the Giants vs the Oakland A's and the Giants won. There you go Giant's fans! :)
Click on the pictures below for a bigger image:
Click on the pictures below for a bigger image:
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| Crazy friends make you laugh; the boys sing "Take me out to the ballgame"; and the girls smile for a picture while the boys make weird faces |
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| My first time to AT&T Park and the view from our seats. Matt has raised me to be a Dodgers fan so the orange and black overload was a little hard to take. Haha! |
Friday, March 29, 2013
Love Makes a Baby
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| Huggies commercial |
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| Nexus 10 commerical |
Lately I've really been struggling with the fact that we have to make our baby in THE most painful way possible. Physically, emotionally, mentally- there is nothing that is not challenging in this process. I'm envious of those with surprise babies created after a carefree moment together, and those who wake up and think, "Hmm maybe I should take a test today?" I can't stand to watch the newest Huggies commercial with the woman who gets a positive test and celebrates with her husband, and I cry over the new Nexus 10 commercial with the growing family. Everywhere I turn I see couples with infants, and families, and my heart hurts and wonders if that will ever be us.
Then a dear friend sent me a link to another blog and my whole way of thinking was suddenly challenged. It became clear to me that our baby would actually be created in MORE love than a baby who is created in a moment of intimacy. That really struck a chord in my heart.
Our love is not just contained in a bedroom. Our love has gone so much further than that. Our love is at every doctor appointment. In every poke of a needle. In every blood test. In every ultrasound. In every test result. And in every side effect. Our love is evident in every phone call: between California and China; between us, nurses, and doctors; and in late night calls to the on-call emergency number. Our love is there in my emotional breakdowns and Matt holding me, when he cares for me because I'm sick from a procedure or medications, and when we dream about our future with hope and faith. We have to show a whole lot more love to make this baby than most people!
Infertility is tough on a marriage but the challenges we have faced have brought us closer together, and we are more in love than ever. We discuss things that most couples never have to think of. We make huge decisions together. We support one another.
I am so thankful for Matt as he allows me to cry on his shoulder, props me up when I am feeling pessimistic, and cheers me up when I am having a bad day. All of the challenges of infertility have grown the love in our marriage. And the love and commitment we've shown to one another will someday make our baby.
I've just begun another series of injections as we prepare to transfer (hopefully) two of our babies in mid-April. I currently have injections every Tuesday and Friday but soon we will add a daily injection, too. Matt has another trip to China coming up so I will be heading to Ventura to stay with my parents and my mom will continue my injections for me.
The love in creating our baby does not just include Matt and me, but includes the love of my entire family, and for that I am truly blessed. I still struggle with seeing things come so easily to others, but I now know that in the end it won't matter and I need only focus on our love.
Friday, March 22, 2013
My "Poke" Bin
My nephews call shots "pokes" and this is my Poke Bin:
It's overflowing and I think I need a bigger box. Or less pokes??? I've got my own small pharmacy going on over here!
My bin includes colored folders for bills (different ones for different rounds), procedure info, pharmacy info, and doctor office info. I also keep my syringes and needles in baggies by size. It's important that I have a way to quickly grab everything and go since I'm 6 hours away from my doctor, but I'm thinking there's a better way I could organize things...and for a girl who loves to organize, this is a challenge!
It's overflowing and I think I need a bigger box. Or less pokes??? I've got my own small pharmacy going on over here!
My bin includes colored folders for bills (different ones for different rounds), procedure info, pharmacy info, and doctor office info. I also keep my syringes and needles in baggies by size. It's important that I have a way to quickly grab everything and go since I'm 6 hours away from my doctor, but I'm thinking there's a better way I could organize things...and for a girl who loves to organize, this is a challenge!
Monday, March 18, 2013
Retrievals, OHSS, and Embabies
I'd laugh at my last post if I knew I could do so without throwing up. Ugh. Let me catch you up on the last 10 days....
As planned on Saturday (March 9th), I arrived at my doctor's surgical suite free of fluids and food after a 12+ hour fast and nervously donned my open-backed gown, surgical slippers, and hair cap (I looked adorable, I'm sure). I laid on the table and nervously chatted with the nurse while she checked my blood pressure, started IV's, and monitored my stats. When the doctor was ready, I was sent off into a medical-induced slumber with thoughts of how this would all be worth it in the end. When I woke up, I remember seeing my doctor's face hovering over the bed and him telling me, "Staci, I have some bad news..." Wait, what? That's not what he's supposed to say. He continued to tell me that something went wrong with my trigger shot, so when he went into the follicle to retrieve the egg, there was no egg. Are you confused about what that means? Let's do a quick science lesson.
During IVF the RE (reproductive endocrinologist) takes complete control of a woman's cycle through the use of medications given by injections. These medications/hormones cause the follicles (the part that releases an egg during ovulation) to grow, and the larger they grow the more mature the egg will be that gets released. And the more mature the egg, the better the chance of a strong embryo. So in IVF the goal is to create as many large follicles as possible, at a steady rate, and then give a trigger shot to make the woman ovulate and have all those follicles release their eggs at once so they can be collected during the retrieval procedure.
It turns out that the medication in my trigger shot was bad (which we will be following up with the manufacturer about) so although we gave the time-specific injection correctly, I didn't ovulate. Thankfully, my RE only tried four follicles before stopping and conducting some tests to confirm what he suspected had happened, so we still had follicles left to try and retrieve at another time. My doctor said this is extremely rare and has only happened to one other patient of his. After going through the whole growing process, she only had one follicle to retrieve from. She lost her whole round of IVF due to faulty meds in her trigger shot. It broke my heart to hear that story but reminded me to be thankful of my blessings.
The nurse drew up a new syringe for me and sent me home with instructions for a new trigger shot and surgery time. When the time came, we prepped, injected, and then... the syringe broke and the medicine started leaking out. At this point, I lost it. Really!? What else could go wrong?! This whole cycle felt like it was falling apart at every turn. I was bruised from so many shots, couldn't breathe due to being so bloated with large follicles, exhausted, sore, and heavy-hearted from the whole process. I didn't know how much more I could handle and I desperately wished I could just have a baby like everyone else. While I was bawling my eyes out in my daddy's arms, my mom was quickly trying to salvage any meds left in the syringe and inject them with a new one. Matt was on the phone with our doctor (at 11pm) trying to figure out how to get me enough meds so that this salvage attempt could now be salvaged. Thankfully I had saved my remaining trigger shot from December and brought it with me so we were able to use that to make up for the lost amount and complete the injection. The next day I went to the doctor and demanded they do some tests to confirm I had ovulated and it would work after all the chaos. There was just no way my heart could handle waking up and hearing bad news again. With confirmation, we headed back on Monday (the 11th) for another try at retrieval. I was extremely anxious that there would be any eggs left after all the disasters we had faced, and nervously drifted off to sleep on the table. This time when I woke, we were greeted with good news that our RE had been able to get 22 eggs, and we were packed up and sent home to recover.
My last recovery consisted of a lot of rest, some pain, and minimal nausea. This recovery has been nothing like that. The first day consisted of the trifecta of constipation, diarrhea, and vomiting, and it's only gotten worse from there. There's been days of endless nausea, and nights of throwing up every hour. Have you ever thrown up so hard that you've peed your pants? Yeah that's happened. More than once. I have anti-nausea and pain meds but the trick is being able to keep them down. There's been days that I'm so miserable I can barely register what's going on around me or what's on tv. I can't breathe if I lay down (not to mention the pain of getting up causes more vomiting) so I have to sleep sitting up on the couch, which doesn't account for much sleep, and means a lot of neck aches. My whole body is exhausted from lack of sleep, exertion of vomiting, and overall misery. There's been times I feel panic attacks coming on at the fear of never feeling better or like myself again. I'm currently still in pain- barely managed to not vomit last night- and have windows where at least my mind is clear even if my body is not. My doctor suspects at least another 3-4 days before I start to feel better so I'm trying to hang in there. Why am I so sick? Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome (OHSS: read more here and here). I am right on the edge between moderate and severe, and my doctor has told me he'll admit me to the hospital if I show even one more symptom of severe OHSS. I really don't want to have to do that though!
The light at the end of the tunnel is that through all this, our 22 embryo babies created on the 11th have become 11 frozen embryo babies as of the 17th. Last time we started with 18 embabies and ended with 4, so this round went a lot better in the sense of its end goal. The whole process of this round began on February 10th, today is March 18th, and transfer can't happen until April or maybe even May. To say the path of IVF requires endurance is an understatement! And while I know it's true, if I hear even one more person say, "But it will all be worth it in the end!" (with a big smile on their face, as the cherry on top) I am- absolutely- going to scream. Please step into my shoes over these (almost) 40 days and then tell me how you feel.
Matt has been my knight in shining armor through this all. He has done everything possible to try and make me more comfortable, take care of me, and nurse me back to health. He's done the cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, and driving. He's made late night runs for medicine and saltines, been in touch with our doctor, taken care of any calls and messages for me, and taken care of Hunter. He's fetched buckets, cold wash clothes, and tissues. When we had to head back north (so he could go back to work this week) he packed all our things and put them in the car (which was a lot as I was in Ventura for 3 weeks and he arrived from China) and then unpacked everything when we got home. He's slept on the couch with me as well as sat up all night rubbing my back as I was bent over a bucket. He has been incredible through all this, and as embarrassing as this all can be, never once has he done anything but love me and care for me in the most gentle way. My husband is a true blessing and I could never fully express my true appreciation for him!
Besides from the love of Matt, I am so thankful for Matt's sister, Ashley, who sent me beautiful flowers, and my Auntie Den who brought me a care package of Smart Water, treats, and relaxing music. My parents also lovingly hosted us, fed us, and helped me while Matt was in China. My mom did almost all my shots this round, and there were several who offered to bring us anything if needed (my sister, Auntie Den, Matt's parents, and a few FB friends)- thank you!
As you can see through all this, IVF is no easy path. So many people think it's "just making a baby" and really don't know what it means to the heart, body, or mind of the woman and couple going through it. It is so easy to feel alone and like no one cares about your struggle because what's challenging to you comes so easy to others, and that's what makes the support of friends and family so needed. Thank you for all your love and care, and please continue to pray for my recovery and our future babies.
Love,
Staci
As if all this isn't embarrassing enough, here's a picture of what OHSS bloating looks like (after retrieval the follicles release a lot of fluid into the abdomen which can press up into the diaphragm and make it hard to breathe, as well as move, and is extremely painful):
As planned on Saturday (March 9th), I arrived at my doctor's surgical suite free of fluids and food after a 12+ hour fast and nervously donned my open-backed gown, surgical slippers, and hair cap (I looked adorable, I'm sure). I laid on the table and nervously chatted with the nurse while she checked my blood pressure, started IV's, and monitored my stats. When the doctor was ready, I was sent off into a medical-induced slumber with thoughts of how this would all be worth it in the end. When I woke up, I remember seeing my doctor's face hovering over the bed and him telling me, "Staci, I have some bad news..." Wait, what? That's not what he's supposed to say. He continued to tell me that something went wrong with my trigger shot, so when he went into the follicle to retrieve the egg, there was no egg. Are you confused about what that means? Let's do a quick science lesson.
During IVF the RE (reproductive endocrinologist) takes complete control of a woman's cycle through the use of medications given by injections. These medications/hormones cause the follicles (the part that releases an egg during ovulation) to grow, and the larger they grow the more mature the egg will be that gets released. And the more mature the egg, the better the chance of a strong embryo. So in IVF the goal is to create as many large follicles as possible, at a steady rate, and then give a trigger shot to make the woman ovulate and have all those follicles release their eggs at once so they can be collected during the retrieval procedure.
It turns out that the medication in my trigger shot was bad (which we will be following up with the manufacturer about) so although we gave the time-specific injection correctly, I didn't ovulate. Thankfully, my RE only tried four follicles before stopping and conducting some tests to confirm what he suspected had happened, so we still had follicles left to try and retrieve at another time. My doctor said this is extremely rare and has only happened to one other patient of his. After going through the whole growing process, she only had one follicle to retrieve from. She lost her whole round of IVF due to faulty meds in her trigger shot. It broke my heart to hear that story but reminded me to be thankful of my blessings.
The nurse drew up a new syringe for me and sent me home with instructions for a new trigger shot and surgery time. When the time came, we prepped, injected, and then... the syringe broke and the medicine started leaking out. At this point, I lost it. Really!? What else could go wrong?! This whole cycle felt like it was falling apart at every turn. I was bruised from so many shots, couldn't breathe due to being so bloated with large follicles, exhausted, sore, and heavy-hearted from the whole process. I didn't know how much more I could handle and I desperately wished I could just have a baby like everyone else. While I was bawling my eyes out in my daddy's arms, my mom was quickly trying to salvage any meds left in the syringe and inject them with a new one. Matt was on the phone with our doctor (at 11pm) trying to figure out how to get me enough meds so that this salvage attempt could now be salvaged. Thankfully I had saved my remaining trigger shot from December and brought it with me so we were able to use that to make up for the lost amount and complete the injection. The next day I went to the doctor and demanded they do some tests to confirm I had ovulated and it would work after all the chaos. There was just no way my heart could handle waking up and hearing bad news again. With confirmation, we headed back on Monday (the 11th) for another try at retrieval. I was extremely anxious that there would be any eggs left after all the disasters we had faced, and nervously drifted off to sleep on the table. This time when I woke, we were greeted with good news that our RE had been able to get 22 eggs, and we were packed up and sent home to recover.
My last recovery consisted of a lot of rest, some pain, and minimal nausea. This recovery has been nothing like that. The first day consisted of the trifecta of constipation, diarrhea, and vomiting, and it's only gotten worse from there. There's been days of endless nausea, and nights of throwing up every hour. Have you ever thrown up so hard that you've peed your pants? Yeah that's happened. More than once. I have anti-nausea and pain meds but the trick is being able to keep them down. There's been days that I'm so miserable I can barely register what's going on around me or what's on tv. I can't breathe if I lay down (not to mention the pain of getting up causes more vomiting) so I have to sleep sitting up on the couch, which doesn't account for much sleep, and means a lot of neck aches. My whole body is exhausted from lack of sleep, exertion of vomiting, and overall misery. There's been times I feel panic attacks coming on at the fear of never feeling better or like myself again. I'm currently still in pain- barely managed to not vomit last night- and have windows where at least my mind is clear even if my body is not. My doctor suspects at least another 3-4 days before I start to feel better so I'm trying to hang in there. Why am I so sick? Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome (OHSS: read more here and here). I am right on the edge between moderate and severe, and my doctor has told me he'll admit me to the hospital if I show even one more symptom of severe OHSS. I really don't want to have to do that though!
The light at the end of the tunnel is that through all this, our 22 embryo babies created on the 11th have become 11 frozen embryo babies as of the 17th. Last time we started with 18 embabies and ended with 4, so this round went a lot better in the sense of its end goal. The whole process of this round began on February 10th, today is March 18th, and transfer can't happen until April or maybe even May. To say the path of IVF requires endurance is an understatement! And while I know it's true, if I hear even one more person say, "But it will all be worth it in the end!" (with a big smile on their face, as the cherry on top) I am- absolutely- going to scream. Please step into my shoes over these (almost) 40 days and then tell me how you feel.
Matt has been my knight in shining armor through this all. He has done everything possible to try and make me more comfortable, take care of me, and nurse me back to health. He's done the cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, and driving. He's made late night runs for medicine and saltines, been in touch with our doctor, taken care of any calls and messages for me, and taken care of Hunter. He's fetched buckets, cold wash clothes, and tissues. When we had to head back north (so he could go back to work this week) he packed all our things and put them in the car (which was a lot as I was in Ventura for 3 weeks and he arrived from China) and then unpacked everything when we got home. He's slept on the couch with me as well as sat up all night rubbing my back as I was bent over a bucket. He has been incredible through all this, and as embarrassing as this all can be, never once has he done anything but love me and care for me in the most gentle way. My husband is a true blessing and I could never fully express my true appreciation for him!
Besides from the love of Matt, I am so thankful for Matt's sister, Ashley, who sent me beautiful flowers, and my Auntie Den who brought me a care package of Smart Water, treats, and relaxing music. My parents also lovingly hosted us, fed us, and helped me while Matt was in China. My mom did almost all my shots this round, and there were several who offered to bring us anything if needed (my sister, Auntie Den, Matt's parents, and a few FB friends)- thank you!
As you can see through all this, IVF is no easy path. So many people think it's "just making a baby" and really don't know what it means to the heart, body, or mind of the woman and couple going through it. It is so easy to feel alone and like no one cares about your struggle because what's challenging to you comes so easy to others, and that's what makes the support of friends and family so needed. Thank you for all your love and care, and please continue to pray for my recovery and our future babies.
Love,
Staci
As if all this isn't embarrassing enough, here's a picture of what OHSS bloating looks like (after retrieval the follicles release a lot of fluid into the abdomen which can press up into the diaphragm and make it hard to breathe, as well as move, and is extremely painful):
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| The painful irony of going through infertility treatments and looking like you're pregnant |
Thursday, March 7, 2013
One Day At A Time
The last two weeks I've been faithfully taking my 3 shots per day (sometimes more), administered by my awesome momma, and seeing my RE (Reproductive Endocrinology) doctor every other day for blood work and ultrasounds. My belly and arms are now full of bruises and I'm officially looking like the poster-child of IVF. If only I could get reimbursed for such fine advertising! ;)
This morning I headed back to my RE for my final ultrasound and blood work before my retrieval Saturday morning. Everything looks great and he anticipates about 20 eggs to harvest, but only time will tell if they're good quality and therefore what the quality of our embabies (this is what I call our embryo babies) will be. My estrogen is currently at 8,500 (typically women are at 25-75 and then increase to 200-300 during a period) so as you can tell, this is an EXTREMELY high number. With pregnancy, this number only increases, and the more it increases the more it puts my own health in jeopardy. Severe OHSS (ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome) can actually be life-threatening so my doctor is taking a very cautious approach and suggesting we freeze these babies, wait a month, and then do a transfer. This will give my hormones a chance to level out and get me out of the severe OHSS danger zone. I guess I'm okay with this but it's still frustrating to have to push this out even longer. And then there's always the big "what if" hanging in my head about how much further this infertility road can go and how long it will take. One day at a time though. One day at a time.
So this Saturday I'll head in at 9:30am and the surgery will start at 10:15am. I'll be home later that afternoon to rest in bed, and for about the next week I'll either be laying in bed or on the couch. Matt flies out Sunday night and my parents leave Monday so if anyone would like to sign up to bring me dinner, walk my dog, or have a pajama date please be sure to let me know! :) My plan is to catch up with Downton Abbey, and watch several seasons of Chuck and Big Bang Theory. I'll throw in some other movies and perhaps a few books too. I read six books last week so I'll have to find a few more- maybe on my iPad!
When it comes to IVF, anything can change, but we should know for sure after the retrieval Saturday if we'll be doing the transfer this next week or next month. Being a planner, my brain goes into hyperdrive to plan out all the situations that could occur and how I should be ready for them all but that's when I have to remind myself...one day at a time! And, sometimes, one moment at a time. :)
This morning I headed back to my RE for my final ultrasound and blood work before my retrieval Saturday morning. Everything looks great and he anticipates about 20 eggs to harvest, but only time will tell if they're good quality and therefore what the quality of our embabies (this is what I call our embryo babies) will be. My estrogen is currently at 8,500 (typically women are at 25-75 and then increase to 200-300 during a period) so as you can tell, this is an EXTREMELY high number. With pregnancy, this number only increases, and the more it increases the more it puts my own health in jeopardy. Severe OHSS (ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome) can actually be life-threatening so my doctor is taking a very cautious approach and suggesting we freeze these babies, wait a month, and then do a transfer. This will give my hormones a chance to level out and get me out of the severe OHSS danger zone. I guess I'm okay with this but it's still frustrating to have to push this out even longer. And then there's always the big "what if" hanging in my head about how much further this infertility road can go and how long it will take. One day at a time though. One day at a time.
So this Saturday I'll head in at 9:30am and the surgery will start at 10:15am. I'll be home later that afternoon to rest in bed, and for about the next week I'll either be laying in bed or on the couch. Matt flies out Sunday night and my parents leave Monday so if anyone would like to sign up to bring me dinner, walk my dog, or have a pajama date please be sure to let me know! :) My plan is to catch up with Downton Abbey, and watch several seasons of Chuck and Big Bang Theory. I'll throw in some other movies and perhaps a few books too. I read six books last week so I'll have to find a few more- maybe on my iPad!
When it comes to IVF, anything can change, but we should know for sure after the retrieval Saturday if we'll be doing the transfer this next week or next month. Being a planner, my brain goes into hyperdrive to plan out all the situations that could occur and how I should be ready for them all but that's when I have to remind myself...one day at a time! And, sometimes, one moment at a time. :)
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